Last Night

It’s my last night here and yet the finality has not struck. The heart is full but the mind seems silent. I suppose the only thing to do is to transcribe (not very much).

The bags are mostly packed, weight limits met. The cards are written. The hardest ones are the closest ones. They also end up the least romantic ones. I actually wrote my parents a farewell message on a New Yorker postcard because…it’s easier than saying the things I most want to say out loud. Asian values matched with a communication medium that is blatantly Western – that’s what it was.